Page 6 of Demon Seed

I hear him approach slowly, cautiously, as if I might bolt like a startled deer. But running is the furthest thing from my mind. My body knows what it needs, what we both need, and the scent of him—earthy, wild, and unmistakably aroused—tells me he feels it, too.

When his hand finally touches the small of my back, it is gentle despite the tremor I feel in his fingers. Even through the madness of my heat, I recognize his struggle for control.

"Once we begin this," he warns, his fingers tracing patterns that cause my vision to blur, "there's no turning back. The bond will be permanent. Eternal."

I answer by pressing back against his touch, a whimper escaping my throat. In this moment, I am beyond language, beyond thought. I am pure sensation and need.

The forest around us grows as quiet as the grave. Even the birds have ceased their night songs, leaving only the sound of our mating and the distant murmur of the Serpent River.

I barely remember to breathe as Vesper's mouth works against me. His hands grip my thighs, spreading them wider as I arch against the cold ground. The forest spins around me, a kaleidoscope of sensation narrowing to this single point of contact.

My fingers dig into the dirt as his tongue works magic between my thighs. Each stroke sends electricity racing up my spine, making coherent thought impossible. My breath comes in ragged gasps, punctuated by whimpers I can't contain.

"Please," I whisper, looking over my shoulder at him, unsure what I'm begging for. More? Release? Him inside me?

Vesper looks up, his eyes gleaming in the dim light. His lips glisten with my arousal, and the sight nearly undoes me.

"Patience, little moon," he groans, his voice a low rumble that vibrates against my most sensitive flesh. "I want you desperate for me."

Vesper's tongue laps at me relentlessly, his strong hands gripping my thighs to keep me from collapsing as another wave crashes through me. I'm trembling, gasping for breath as he devours my quivering pussy, darting his tongue in and out until I feel a wave of pleasure so intense I nearly faint.

"Please," I whimper as the dam inside me breaks.

Vesper rises slowly, his eyes glittering with primal hunger. The sight of him—powerful, patient, and entirely focused on my pleasure—makes something deep inside me clench with need.

"Lift your ass higher. I’m going to breed my mate, and I want you to feel every inch of my claim," he commands, his voice rough with desire.

I obey without hesitation, my body hypersensitive as I position myself to be conquered. The grass beneath me is already damp from my release, but I know we're far from finished. I feel him move behind me. His fingers trace my spine, a deceptively gentle touch that makes me shiver with anticipation. When he finally grips my hips, I push back against him, desperate for more.

"Beautiful," he whispers against my ear. "You're so responsive, Selene. So ready to be filled."

Vesper’s stiff length presses against my thigh, hot and insistent. I arch into him, my body ready, aching for him to fill me. The moonlight casts shadows across his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his cheekbones and the intensity in his eyes.

“I’m ready.”

Vesper's hand slides between us, positioning himself at my entrance. "Are you sure?" he asks, a gentleman despite the primal hunger I see in his eyes.

"Yes." I nod, digging my fingers into the grass to steady myself for what’s to come. "I want you to breed me, Vesper. Make me yours."

He enters me with one smooth thrust, and I cry out as he stretches me and fills me completely. Our bodies find a rhythm as ancient as time itself, moving together in perfect sync as if we were made for this moment, for each other.

The forest floor is cold beneath my knees, but I barely feel it through the heat consuming me. Vesper's grip on my hips tightens, his claws digging into my flesh as he pulls me back against him with each powerful thrust. My arms tremble, threatening to give out as pleasure and pain blur together into something transcendent.

There is nothing gentle in the way he claims me. Each movement is primal and relentless. The sounds he makes—deep, guttural growls—remind me of his true nature, of the beast beneath the crown.

I cry out, fingers clawing at the ground beneath us as he drives deeper, harder. The moonlight seems to pulse in rhythm with our bodies, my nymph magic responding to his demonic energy in a dangerous dance of power.

"Mine," he snarls, his movements becoming more erratic, more desperate. His voice deepens, rumbling through his chest and into me where our bodies connect. "Forever mine. My queen. My mate."

I can only whimper in response, my thoughts scattered like leaves in a storm. The moonlight filters through the canopy above, bathing us in silver as ancient magic binds us together. Each powerful snap of his hips drives me forward, and I struggle to brace myself against his relentless pace. Every brutal thrust drives him deeper, claiming parts of me I never knew existed. His grunts and growls fill the night air, primal sounds that call to something equally wild within me. I push back against him, meeting his thrusts and taking him deeper.

"That's it," Vesper snarls, one hand tangling in my hair, pulling my head back. "Take all of your mate."

"Vesper," I gasp, pleading for mercy I don't want. "I can't—it's too?—"

He leans over me, his chest pressing against my back, his lips at my ear. "You can," he whispers, his breath hot against my skin. "You were made for this. Made for me."

Vesper

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